Chapter 25
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
  Good job, Mario! But your princess is in another castle...
When I'm checking my voice mail at the office I always hang up instead of deleting my messages. Then my mailbox gets bogged down and works slow. According to the lady just a minute ago, I had "...no new messages and 9 saved messages." Eh.

So my car is in the shop again. I was at church last night and then stayed around for some music at the WestSide Arts (who conspicuously now meet on the East Side) concert--saw a local band called the Propellers play their first gig ever and it rocked--but then afterwards, around 11:00, I stumbled out to the car and it wouldn't start. LAME! So I called my friends at AAA and an hour later we had towed it back to the shop that worked on it not even two weeks ago (LAME! Plus, dude, doesn't this always happen when you take a car into a shop? And I even trust these guys!) and they're working on it now. My friend Nate stayed around and waited for the wrecker to arrive last night, saved me from braving the scary streets around RISD by myself in the cold, so that was cool. And Pat in my office here is trying to help me get out of a ticket my car received from parking on the street overnight where we dropped it by the shop. Fiends like these, eh Jackie? See...it's illegal to park overnight on the streets here in Providence, apparenty even in a marked parking space like I where I left my car last night.

So I now have two tickets that I have to get out of, and I actually have cases to get out of them both (My first came when they were tearing up our parking lot and so I parked on an area that in theory should have been sidewalk, but was long since covered up by the expanding gravel parking lot, so it was confusing where the boundary was/is...well hey those who know tell me I can get out of it).

Josh gives a big "argh!" to city life today! Plus my landlord is re-shingleing the roof at the house so we have a huge dumpster taking up a third of our driveway and have cursing repair men wandering in and out of the house. I only got about 5 hours of sleep last night, something I'm not used to doing very often these days, so I feel like I haven't stopped moving in a while. It's all good though, at least it keeps me on my toes. Plus, this is Easter Week, so internally it's all...well, it's all private.
 
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